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... ouldn’t see anyone trying to hack off his hand in the dim candlelight, but he could see something else terrifying… Starting from his fingers, his entire arm’s skin was beginning to blacken!


The encroaching darkness began to engulf his arm at a breakneck pace as he woke up, turning his left arm into a blackness that rivaled night itself. Horror gripped him as an eerie, prickling pain, one that reminded him of innumerable ants crawling on it, began to emanate from his left arm.


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